Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.